After everything was arranged, I could finally take a rest.
This battle really made me feel that it is not easy for the emperor. Once I lose such a large-scale war, I may never be able to recover. Now that I think about the whole process, I can't help but feel scared.
At this time, far to the north of the Thirty-six Kingdoms of the Western Regions, on the border between Hujie and the Xiongnu, there was a young Xiongnu man in a large tent looking at the sheepskin in his hand with his brows furrowed.
What is recorded above is a series of events such as the disappearance of Touman Shanyu, the destruction of two tribes of Mu'er Wanda, and the flight of the Hedu tribe to the north.
A majestic Huns next to him said to the young man: "Prince Moton, it seems that Prince Heda is in danger. Now Touman Chanyu's whereabouts are unknown, what should we do?"
This man was actually the Maodun Chanyu who killed his father Touman Chanyu in history, unified more than 20 countries in the entire grassland, and occupied most of the Western Regions!
Historically, he happened to kill Touman Shanyu in the first year of Qin II, which happened to catch up with the troubled times in the Central Plains. He took this opportunity to quickly annex Hujie, Donghu, and most of the Western Regions, and established an empire starting from the Yinshan Mountains in the south and reaching Baikal in the north. Lake, Liaohe River in the east, and Congling Ridge in the west. Since then, nomads have threatened the Central Plains Dynasty for more than two thousand years!
The same as in history, Touman Chanyu still disliked him and preferred Heda; the difference was that Touman Chanyu did not let him stay with him, but drove him to the Huns when he had just reached adulthood. Go to the extreme west to conquer Hujie.
Modun put down the sheepskin in his hand and stared slightly: "I have been left out here for ten years, so I am not in a hurry. I'd better wait for the news about my good brother and father before making any plans!"
As for me, of course I will never forget such a fierce man. I once asked Meng Tian and Wang Li, and they said they had never heard of such a prince in the Huns. Modun left the Wolf Court just after he came of age, and was not favored by Touman Shanyu, so ten years later, almost no one remembered him, and they all thought he died in Hujie.
Moreover, in this timeline, people, events, and history have changed so much. No one has ever mentioned the name Moton, so I didn’t pay much attention. I thought that in this timeline, Moton became something that has not been recorded in history. Heda.
In Xianyang City, I took Meng He to Zhongding Pavilion leisurely.
It was nearly six months now, and there was still no news from Zhang Gao.
When I arrived at Zhongding Pavilion, it was not lunch time yet. I found that there was no one there, so I went to Wanlixiang in the middle.
Sure enough, Ying Lan, Ji Yong, Li Qing, and Xiang were all there, and so was Ba Ling.
Seeing me arriving, several people quickly saluted. Li Qing and Jie Yong were obviously a little nervous.
I wondered: "Jie Yong, Li Qing, why are you a little trembling?"
The two looked at each other. Li Qing, the elder, spoke first: "I don't know that you are your Majesty. I have offended you many times before. Please forgive me!"
I was stunned and glanced at Ying Lan.
Ying Lan quickly replied: "Your Majesty, they went to the city gate yesterday to welcome the return of the army..."
It suddenly dawned on me that I had gone to watch the fun.
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter. I came out just to relax, so you can still call me adults. It seems that I will have to wear a cloak when I go out from now on."
After hearing this, several people immediately relaxed, and the atmosphere in the store was no longer so tense.
I looked at Baling's hesitant expression and said, "There are many people here, let's go sit in the backyard."
Li Qing and Jie Yong took the initiative to take on the task of looking after the store. I smiled slightly and did not force it.
When they sat down in the back hall, Ying Lan poured everyone a glass of water.
"Baling, what do you want to say?"
When Baling heard my initiative to ask, he stood up quickly and bowed solemnly for the first time.
"Your Majesty, is there any news about my sister?"
I put down the cup and shook my head: "Not yet. Logically speaking, it's been more than a year, so it's time to come back."
Baling sat down in disappointment upon hearing this, frowning.
I looked at her. She was a seventeen-year-old girl. She had only been alone in Xianyang City for a year, but she had matured a lot. I thought Taoyao had never been away from home for such a long time before. She smiled and said, "Don't worry, I We have issued orders to all counties along the way, and if the mission has any news, it will be sent back as soon as possible."
Baling saluted: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Looking at Xiang again, the injuries on her neck were all healed, leaving only a few faint pink scars. The little girl looked full of energy.
"Can you speak Guanzhong dialect?"
Xiang nodded: "I can talk a little bit."
"Do you have a last name?"
Xiang shook his head.
I thought for a moment and then said: "The surname is the foundation of a person. I can't help you choose it at will. When you grow up and get married, you can take your husband's surname. However, it is quite inconvenient to pronounce a name with the character Xiang, so I will help you. How about a name?"
Xiang smiled with two missing lateral incisors and nodded.
"There is only one wave of the Xiang River, swaying the Xiang clouds. Since you were born in Nanjun, how about naming yourself Xiang Yun?"
Xiang glanced at Ying Lan, who smiled and nodded.
"Okay, thank you... Your Majesty."
Seeing Xiang Yun bowing like Ba Ling, everyone burst into laughter. With such an eight-year-old girl here, Ying Lan and the others' lives would not be too boring.
A few people chatted for a while, and I took a drink of water and started talking about business.
"Ba Ling, do you still remember the tea I told you about last time?"
Baling nodded. At that time, I promised to hand over the trade of porcelain and tea to them.
"I originally wanted to wait until your sister came back to do this, but the first mission has not been able to send news, and the second porcelain has begun to be fired on a large scale, so I want to leave the tea making to you. , what do you think?"
Baling hesitated for a moment: "This... I have never come into contact with, lest I miss your majesty's important event."
I smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, you just need to do it according to my method. Your family's business is all over the Qin Dynasty, it's just a matter of letting people try it. If it doesn't work, wait until Taoyao comes back to make arrangements."
Baling thought for a while: "That's good. I still have the housekeeper Uncle Qi at home. He can help me."
I took out the "Tea Classic" written by Lu Yu from my arms and handed it to her.
"You just need to follow each chapter above. The distribution of tea leaves, the characteristics of various tea leaves in different seasons, how to fry tea, make tea, brew tea, taste tea, etc. are all explained in detail. First, After the tea leaves are fried, as for making tea and tasting tea, we will also arrange for some smart women to learn it. When the time comes, we can take the lead in trying it in Tao Pavilion and Zhongding Pavilion, and I will also help you in the court."
Baling took it and asked curiously: "Your Majesty is so familiar with tea? Is this tea book written by your Majesty?"
I shook my head and said with a smile: "I rarely go out of Xianyang, so how can I write such a wonderful book. I just met a great talent by chance, and he gave me this book. He hopes that I can promote the tea drinking culture for him."
The "Tea Classic" only has more than 7,000 words. It was written by Qi Wan and the "Qi" was deleted, so there are not many words.
Ying Lan snickered and said, "Your Majesty always meets strange people or has some strange dreams."
I smiled awkwardly, these two excuses were almost exhausted by me.
I have no choice. I feel deeply guilty for stealing the hard work of my predecessors. It would be too shameless to shamelessly take credit for myself. I can only make up some random origins...
